Where The Lost Things Go // One-On-One // CLOSED

"Here, let me tell you a little trick I've learned just by being a veteran of this place. The more bitchy you act, the faster the guards leave you alone. Then you can break down and cry. Trust me, it works." She smiled a little.

"I don't need bitchiness to get places in life. That's why I ignore people and they leave me alone. And if I have to resort to it, I use my magic."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Maximum security with control tests every 10 minutes really isn't as fun as it sounds."

"You don't know what I'm capable of," Trini said, following her brothers. "No one does, not even my brothers. Only I know."

"Whatever you say, sorceress." She shrugged.

"Please don't call me that. I'm not a sorceress. I was simply born with magic. I don't practice it."

"If you insist."

Trini went quiet. She walked into the newly allocated room, and sat down on one of the beds. ""We need to get out of here."

"Yeah but where would we go? Home isn't an option. At least not for me."

"Anywhere is home if you feel safe."

"Then I guess I don't have a home."

(I'm sorry, this is probably gonna seem really rude, but this RP is going in a completely different direction to what I planned so I'm gonna let it go)

(No no no, it's completely fine!)

(don't take it the wrong way, I think you're a really good rper)

(No, I completely understand, it's your RP, you do as you wish)